Hippy shrugged as she padded through the forrest of her home, slowly for the sake of the limping lioness behind her. "Its fine, don't worry about it." She called back over her shoulder, her jet necklace bumping lightly against her chest as she walked. "We all have... to do what's right, to us. I guess I can't tell you what to do, we really just met, and you don't have to follow my advice if you don't want to."
Much as she hated the thought of it... she really couldn't force the other lioness to do what was safer for her. It was something to learn for the young heir, something to remember for later in life when dealings with her pride became difficult. What was the saying? You can lead a zebra to water, but you can't make it drink.
